A/n Thank you all for the reviews, I found them really helpful. I think this chapter slows them down a bit, but not quite. I tried to add more dialogue and more of a delicate feel to this chapter... yeah. So let me know what you guys think, and I will see what I can do.

Sheldon sat on the floor of his room quietly fidgeting with the only bag on his otherwise clean carpet. Amy told him only when they were ready should the contents be used.

He didn't think they would ever be ready.

"I think... you should take these back." He he told her quickly, but made no move to hand her the bag. She silently shook her head and remained on her back as she starred at his ceiling from his bed.

"I disagree."

Sheldon sighed. When was he ever going to be good enough, he thought. When would he ever not disappoint her?

Amy's voice shattered his negative thoughts.

"Why do you want to get rid of them?"

"I just don't think..."

He couldn't finish.

Amy rolled over on his bed and reached out to gently stroke his hair. When he turned to look at her, her eyes were closed in concentration.

"If you want to, we can slow down."

Sheldon didn't know what he wanted, but his smile dropped at her suggestion.

"I guess." he said wearily.

It was Amy's turn to sigh.

"I never know what you want," she admitted in an almost inaudible voice. "Are we going too fast for you?" She asked out of pure concern when her confession was met with silence.

His eyes avoided hers as he said "...Not exactly."

She took her hand away slowly and he heard her shuffle back to her previous position on his bed. They were both silent for a few minutes.

"If you still think we should get rid of them," Amy said suddenly. "For whatever reason, or if they're too much pressure... I understand."

His fingers were now barely grazing the bag absentmindedly as he listened intently to the sound of her voice. "No... I like them."

"Don't get too sentimental over them," Amy joked subtly. "They're not people, you know."

He chuckled. "I guess you're right."

Standing, Sheldon yawned. "Woman, because of our late night last night I'm beyond tired."

Amy grinned. "Are you now?" she asked.

Sheldon nodded and poked her stomach gently. "You're on my bed."

She closed her eyes and pretended to fall back asleep. "Would you like me to move?" she mumbled, willing him to say no behind her closed eye lids.

Sheldon was torn. They hadn't shared a bed together before... but if those condoms were ever going to be used, he figured this was the place to start. Instead of arguing, he climbed into bed beside her and softly whispered "No, don't do that."

The next time he spoke, it was a question familiar to both their ears.

"Is this okay?"

Amy loved his concern for things they did that were intimate, and nodded slightly; a small smile on her face.

"You should have closed the door before you lied down." she whispered with growing sleepiness. She vaguely felt him shrug and pull her closer in the dim light of his room.

"Leonard's at Penny's."

Amy was surprised how relaxed and comfortable Sheldon was being, or at least acting. It was evident by him pulling her closer in his bed that he couldn't get enough of her, but even still, this was a huge step.

"Do you really want me to get rid of the condoms?" she asked, nearly asleep in his arms.

Sheldon shook his head and kissed her lazily. "I'm a man of my word..." he whispered. "Never lose hope."